A dim light through the window’s curtain On our blankets and pillows. Outside the sparrows start singing at dawn And she’s still breathing on me. I can feel her skin on my skin The odour of wine, the sounds of the night The small room breathing with us Whispered words under the stars She was standing at the door Tasting a gla** of red wine. Her glance up to the sky That warm summer night. Hard to tell her skin from my skin Her odour from mine, the scent of the night Her breath is my own but I know that soon We will be too far Lying on the cool sand Faint fishermen’s lights Listening to the sea whisper That quiet summer night I know our candle is ceasing to burn I’m still not ready to leave. I'll never let anyone Cancel these memories from me Her breath over me, her skin on my skin Dark cherries and wine in the still of the night That small room falling with us Unspoken words sent to the stars